(authors note: so this lil thing came by last night when i was playin gears of war 3 on horde and on level 23 my last teammate left me to die. i had to fight for a few more waves and i was running out of ammo quickly. the game got me so immeressed in it that i had to write this.)

the COG soldier had been fighting all day..his body was tired..his eyes were slowing...his aim was starting to lack and the only thing driving him on? was the sight of his closest friends who he had seen mercilessly slaughtered. the rage he felt. the sadness that downed on his mind. the pure fury that coursed through his veins was the only adrenaline keeping him awake and alive..

he pulled the trigger of his hammerburst rifle that he had ripped from a locust's hands as he was running out of ammo and he could only get more from the locusts he was killing. when he heard the deadly click of an empty magazine he ejected it and grabbed the gorgon smg he had taken from a dead kantus priests cold dead hands and the boltok he'd taken from a locust with a gnasher he began firing at the swarms of wretches and tickers that were besieging him. he reloaded the gorgon quickly and bashed the empty boltok into the head of a wretch who got too close and kicked away a ticker who was threatning to blow up.

it was almost to late until he kicked it in its sharp teeth and sent its flaming body back to the swarm, killing most of the wretches and tickers as well as setting off a chain reaction of explosions.

he yanked the boomshot that he'd been forcing himself to carry off his back and fired it at a group of locusts who were either dumb enough not to maintain their intervals or were just in a hurry , and blew them away showering the area in blood, gore and fire.

locust reinforcments arrived and begain laying down hot fire and bullets upon his cover that was withering away rather quickly. he saw a oneshot rifle not from from him and could've sworn he saw a glow around it. he rushed it and brought it up on his cover "SUCK ON THIS YOU SONS OF BITCHES!" he shouted as he fired and took down a column of locust grenadiers, boomers, mulchers, and maulers with one shot.

he tossed the rifle away and stuck a frag to his cover before running as far and fast as his legs would carry him before narrowly dodging a longshot bullet that scraped his back armor and caused him to collapse behind the big concrete boulder. he rose up firing off a few burts from his gorgon before panting and shouting at the locust horde and rising, firing all his mags at them, boomshot. gorgon. hammerburts. lancer. everything he could get his hands on he fired at them before..

his gun clicked one last time. he kept trying to fire panting and sweating profusely and bleeding badly. the horde was upon him and there was nothing he could do about it. he layed back trying to fight back before a flame grenadier kicked him in the face, ripped off his chest armor and jabbed the tip into his body. "die!" was the locusts words before the soldier pulled out a grenade and yelled "IM TAKING YOU WITH ME!" and with that..the grenade beeped..and the man and locusts were killed in a shower of blood, bones, entrails and other bits and pieces. the gear had done his best. and failed..he hoped to honor his fallen comrades and family but..the locusts were too much..atleast he went out in a blaze of glory..

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